Things Are Looking Up, People!

I've been feeling a little better the last couple days. On Tuesday I locked my keys in my car 20 minutes before I needed to leave to pick the girls up from school. Things are looking up, people, I didn't cry!  Luckily I left one of the sliding glass doors unlocked so I wasn't locked out of the house too. Once I got inside I knew that actually finding the spare key would take some sort of miracle because in spite of constant work on my house since we arrived in July, there are still a few boxes that aren't unpacked. Like the box that was my junk drawer and housed my spare key. I know it's in the garage somewhere, but if you saw my garage loaded with boxes (man, I miss basements) and could experience the stifling temperature, you would understand that I didn't have a chance. On a side not, ya know the smell of wet cardboard? Like when you've got a box you leave outside in the trash pile and it rains. That's what my garage smells like. All the boxes combined with 99%humidity makes the smell almost unbearable. Anyway, what could have been a major disaster, turned out just fine. Fortunately I got a couple of the mom's phone numbers earlier this year and one of them was able to pick me up to go get the kids.

It may have already occurred to you that not only were my keys locked in the car but so were the car seats. Awesome. I am a car seat Nazi. Last year my parents decided to take my kids on a joy ride of sorts without car seats and I lost it. Lost it. I am typically extremely even-keeled (or should we call that passive, hmm???). I've never been more upset with my parents and I let them have it. In an assertive way, but let 'em have it none the less. Fast forward 6 months and the girls are buckled up in the back seat sans car seats of some woman's car I've only just met. Sweet. All ends well with this story though, made it home just fine. And somehow, I was able to keep my cool in what only three days earlier would have brought me to the fetal position in a fit of tears. Like I said, things are looking up, people!

Orlando and Other Things

It's been a long time. Again. I'm noticing a pattern here. It seems that when my mind goes idle I seek some sort of outlet and pop up in blog land. I could spend days updating whomever it is that actually reads this (I literally don't think anyone does) but I think the short and sweet will have to do for now. I'm still a mom of twins and I'm still living in a suburban circus, but the zip code of said suburb has changed. I moved from Colorado to Florida in mid-July and until just a week ago everything was fine. But now I'm homesick. Like really, really homesick. I miss my friends, I miss my family, I miss the familiarity of home and I am so over being hot. OVER. IT. Humidity sucks and heat plus humidity is even worse. I've been brought to tears by the smallest things lately and can't seem to kick it.

It started a week ago today at the DMV and things have been downhill since. All I can say is that I called ahead to make sure I had everything I needed to get a FL drivers license and plates. I left there after three hours, crying and not having completed the mission. So terribly frustrating. I haven't been able to put myself through it again so I will drive on with those expired tags.

Husband has been out of town and/or working late a lot which is hard even when you are surrounded by a support system but painful when in a new city. I'm feeling disconnected from him too which seems to be compounding the desire to go home.

Then there's just the little day to day stuff that goes wrong. It goes wrong everyday, but when you're already feeling down it seems worse. Today for example I forgot to bring the girls' immunization records when I dropped them off at school which were due absolutely no later than last Thursday. It's Monday. But I didn't remember until I'd already driven to Target so it took me an extra 30 minutes in the car to get home and back to school so the girls didn't get the boot.

Here's another one, also today, my husband washed the blender last night, like actually took the whole thing apart and cleaned it. Great, right? Nope, not great. Had he put the circle rubber thingy back in before screwing the bottom on it would have been fine. Instead he left it out and the near full bottle of OJ I poured into the blender flooded onto the counters, cabinets and floors I finished cleaning 6 minutes earlier. I later found the rubber thingy in the garbage disposal which tops my list of good places to store little blender rubber thingies. Once I found it and was ready to move forward with my smoothie making venture, I was beaten down yet again when I realized the base was screwed on so tight I couldn't get the thing open anyway. Yup, that made me cry. What makes this story even funnier (funny now, NOT FUNNY in the moment, actually funny is the wrong word altogether because this still isn't funny) is that my husband has been bugging me about proper blender cleaning lately. He read in some reputable source, ya know, Maxim or something, that poor blender hygiene is a leading cause of ecoli growth putting we blender users at risk. Let me just tell you, I've been using a blender for a long time and typically I rinse it and put it away. No soap. No dismantling of parts. And. No. Ecoli. Naturally, I've politely resisted his suggestions for more laborious blender cleaning routines, but the discovery of his A+ efforts with the blender today prompted a not terribly nasty, but not terribly nice email either, clearly defending my less labor intense ways with the blender. To which he responded so sincerely apologetic that I felt bad again. And, yup, that made me cry too.

The final thing today that really only peeved me for the first hour, I guess I've gotten used to it now, is that the control panel for the pool we just spent an unexpected $7000 to repair...gotta love homeowners that lie about disclosures when selling a home...has been beeping nonstop for the last four hours. It's not like an alarm: beep, quiet, beep, quiet, beep, quiet, but rather a you've inadvertently held down a key on your keyboard and it starts beeping nonstop, just beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep, kind of beep. I've called the pool guys, googled it and have come up with absolutely nothing other than the fact that the error it's displaying means my hot tub is at risk for freezing temperatures. Given that I'm in FL and FL has proven to be hot as shit, I suspect that isn't the actual problem. I'm holed up in my room so it's barely audible now. Things are looking up, folks, things are looking up. Let's just hope tomorrow goes better, because crying daily, let alone multiple times per day is completely out of character for me and getting old. These tears have gotta stop!